The woman who cut my hair today laughed at my hair before she cut it. I deserved it, though. Sort of.
As I’ve written before, one of the odd revolutions over the past several years in Japan has been a change toward 10 minute, 10 dollar hair cuts. I’ve had them, as an afterthought, in train stations, and once when I was bored.
However, because I have a regular place I go, I often get the same barbers. However, I usually don’t get them consecutively.l
Today, though, I got the barber I’d got the last time I got haircut two months ago. She ran her fingers through my hair and laughed at how long it was. (Note: it wasn’t that long in a Beatles mop-top sense, but it was the longest she’d seen.)
I gave her some basic instructions and, after she finished laughing, she went to work. (Note Deux: I’m not joking, because I’m a regular, she knew my hair enough to laugh at it.) Because I’d timed it well, though, I got more than ten minutes.
In the end, it was slightly longer than I wanted but it looks pretty good. Next time I hope she won’t have a chance to laugh.